Mysterious Resurrection: Red and White Evils

Chapter 143 That's my face, I'm going to bury myself
"How can this be?"

Seeing that his grandparents were unable to move and were completely unable to help isolate the supernatural power in his body, Wang Cha Ling's pupils shrank sharply.

During this period of time, he truly understood the horror of his family members, but they were suppressed like this?
For a moment, fear, astonishment, and countless other emotions arose in Wang Cha Ling's heart.

However, Zhang Hao obviously would not answer Wang Chaling's questions anymore.

The starving ghost has been taken, and there is nothing on Wang Chaling worth holding back.

While Wang Cha Ling was still wavering between astonishment and uneasiness, his eyes suddenly lost their color and were completely invaded.

Wang Chaling’s death seemed to have caused some kind of changes in the ghosts of these two generations of the Wang family.

After Wang Chaling's death, the old ghost of the Wang family began to attack Zhang Hao uncontrollably.

"Is it an instinct of revenge? Or have I triggered your killing pattern?"

"Or maybe, even though Wang Chaling is dead, these Wang family ghosts are still following their instinct to protect the Wang family? If I hurt Wang Chaling, will they instinctively attack me in return?"

Without anyone in control, the first and second generations of the Wang family should have temporarily lost their movements and fallen into a shutdown state similar to that of a resurrected evil spirit.

"But forget it, there's no point in this."

When Wang Chaling's grandfather was about to catch Zhang Hao, a white curtain trapped him.

After controlling the hungry ghost, Zhang Hao also controlled the coffin nail on the hungry ghost.

At this time, when Zhang Hao used the white curtain to trap Wang Chaling's grandfather, it was equivalent to nailing the other party down with a coffin nail.

When Wang Chaling's grandmother approached, Zhang Hao just raised his hand, and a ghost rope fell from the ceiling of the room and hung around Wang Chaling's grandmother's neck.

The coffin nails suppressed Wang Chaling's grandfather, and the ghost's unstoppable suppression directly suppressed Wang Chaling's grandmother.

Then Zhang Hao looked at Wang Chaling's parents again. At this moment, his strange pale pupils seemed to be carrying an incomprehensible attack.

Wang Chaling's parents, who were in Zhang Hao's sight, suddenly fell to their knees in front of Zhang Hao as if they were pressed down in mid-air by the entire black and white world.

The moment the two ghosts kneel down, the death by kneeling is initiated and the fatal attack comes.

"The black and white world is a den of ghosts that allows me to move my position at will. I can also use the world as gravity. Combined with the death sentence when I kneel down, it forms a very good closed loop of attack."

"Moreover, the black and white world can also generate black and white portraits. Through these portraits, we can add layers of visual lines, making it easier for people to trigger the kneeling death attack on another level."

Zhang Hao looked at the two ghosts who had completely lost their ability to move after kneeling down, with thought in his eyes.

"But for this level of attack, is there something missing? Is there some supernatural quality in me that cannot be brought into play?"

In order to find a perfect path and achieve a perfect attack loop, Zhang Hao needs to find a way to develop stronger supernatural means for himself.

This method may not necessarily be a supernatural method to enhance the power of evil spirits, but rather an application of the supernatural.

In addition to the starving ghosts and ghost messengers, there is also the 60% ghost lake, the king's projectionist, the coffin bearers, plus Zhang Hao's own Baisha series of puzzles, and the ghosts from the Wang family in front of him.

Now his level of terror is no weaker than Yang Jian, who controls half of the ghost bus and ghost blood.

However, Zhang Hao's use of supernatural means still seems a bit too simple.

The main reason was that he improved too quickly, leaving him no time to develop supernatural skills.

After all, Zhang Hao is a ghost and he has no teacher. The first reaction of those ghost riders in the Republic of China when they see him is to attack him.

The supernatural methods that have accompanied him from the early days to the present and are still used frequently are the black and white ghost den, kneeling means death, and crying.

"We need to find a way to completely combine the White Evil series of attacks."

While Zhang Hao was thinking, he walked up to the ghosts from the Wang family and swallowed them one by one.

Then Zhang Hao took out the coffin nails he got from the painter and ate them as well.

The starving ghost can devour endlessly, and even if what it devours are only supernatural phenomena, it can still steal the supernatural.

But the starving ghost also has its own shortcomings. It takes a certain amount of time to digest the evil spirits it swallows.

Although the ghost messenger is more picky about food when growing, and the horror level brought by each ghost is not as efficient as that of a starving ghost, its digestion speed is far faster than that of a starving ghost.

After eating the coffin nails and the four ghosts from the Wang family, Zhang Hao's stomach had become bloated.

Fortunately, he is not planning to go out and do anything now, but is thinking about how to develop his own methods, so he has enough time to digest it.

"Crying, memory replaced, corroded by paper money, death if seen from the back, insoluble suppression, suppression by coffin nails, cursed by clothes, corroded by lake water, body turned into a ghost den."

Zhang Hao walked into a lounge in the basement, took out a notebook, and wrote crooked words on it.

Each word represents a kind of supernatural power represented by Zhang Hao, or a pattern of killing, or a method of attack.

What Zhang Hao has to do now is to piece together relatively perfect attack chains from these killing patterns and attack methods.

He has too many supernatural methods. If they are used indiscriminately without planning, no matter how terrifying he is, he cannot achieve 100% effect.

After all, every use of a supernatural power is a burden to oneself. Even if it is a fierce ghost, it will also freeze when the burden exceeds the upper limit.

If Zhang Hao continued to use many supernatural methods that were of no help in the confrontation, it would only lead to a waste of his own supernatural powers and weaken the strength of the attack.

"Memory replaced, seeing the back means death, lake water erosion, paper money erosion, crying, clothes curse"

As he continued to list, Zhang Hao quickly put together the first relatively good attack method.

Use crying as the most basic triggering medium, then use crying to make people remember their existence, and then use memory to trigger the invasion that will kill anyone who sees their back.

Then after the invasion, he began to use paper money and the water from the Ghost Lake to reversely erode the enemy, and then used the clothing curse to achieve the effect of killing with one blow.

And this attack was not a single one.

If it is eroded by lake water first, or by paper money first, this series of attack methods can also be achieved.

What Zhang Hao is pursuing now is a perfect closed loop achieved by the attack chain. If there is only one triggering medium, it would undoubtedly be very bad.

What he needs to do is to use his own supernatural methods together.

After the enemy triggers any medium of attack, a complete closed-loop attack will be launched on the enemy.

"No, if this attack method carries the supernatural powers of crying and the black and white ghost den, then why not just integrate these supernatural powers into the attack methods of sight and ghost den?"

"Crying and death if you kneel are complementary supernatural powers. The two are like a puzzle. When someone kneels or cries, they will trigger another method of attack."

Zhang Hao thought about it and soon came up with a new attack plan.

Combine crying and kneeling into the visual invasion attack chain.

When the enemy is invaded by sight, he is also attacked by crying.

At the same time, use the ability of memory replacement to reversely invade the enemy's body, allowing the crying sound to emerge from the depths of the memory and begin to replace the enemy's existence.

"If that's the case, then we can add a clothing curse next. When the enemy's memory is replaced, the clothes on his body will also be replaced, thus increasing the intensity of the fatal attack."

It has to be said that Zhang Hao's current terrifying level, as well as his own supernatural powers, make him a ghost who is not afraid of the revival of evil spirits and is in a state of instinctive erosion.

When he realized that he needed to carefully develop his own methods and stopped the subsequent activities and began to develop them carefully, the improvement for him was huge.

With the ghost paintings and the evil spirits imprisoned in the ghost lake, coupled with the unlimited growth of ghost messengers and starving ghosts, Zhang Hao has almost no lack of any medium for supernatural attacks.

Soon, Zhang Hao came up with a relatively perfect attack plan that could work on the cooperation between his own ghost den and other ghost dens.

"Well, now let's try the first method."

Zhang Hao left the basement and came to the top floor of Shangtong Building.

As Zhang Hao watched, the entire city, which had already become dead, soon underwent another strange change.

Silently, a black and white ghost den descended, and even the sky turned black and white at this moment.

The cries of ghosts resounded throughout the ghost den, and many ordinary people who followed the ghost riders to Dadong City to search for treasure immediately showed cries on their faces.

"How is this going?"

Yang Shuang had just found a nice black and white stick and was resting in a room when he suddenly heard some noise outside.

"There was an accident!" A middle-aged man exuding a cold aura walked over.

"Dadong City is inexplicably filled with a black and white ghost cave. There are also cries coming from inside the ghost cave. We have lost contact with the outside world."

"A black and white ghost den?"

Yang Shuang walked quickly out of the room.

When he saw the changes in the sky, his face changed.

The sky turned black and white, and the group of people who had followed them before also turned pale, as if they were losing their color.

“Could this be the red and white evil spirits that turned Dadong City into a black and white city?” Yang Shuang looked around with some horror.

The appearance of the ghost den did not affect the surrounding environment, but only affected the color of ordinary people, because those buildings had already lost their color.

"I don't know, but it may be difficult for us to leave this time." The middle-aged man shook his head.

Suddenly, he seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Yang Shuang turned his head to look at the other party.

"Look at those people, water is seeping from their bodies." The middle-aged man looked at a loss, pointing in the direction ahead.

Yang Shuang couldn't help but feel terrified when he heard this, but curiosity still drove him to look in the direction the middle-aged man pointed.

Just this one glance almost made him stunned.

This is an instinctive reaction caused by the fear being too strong, causing the brain to be unable to react and the body to be out of control.

In the distance, those people who were losing their colors and turning pale and colorless, their clothes were becoming strange.

Originally these people wore short sleeves, suits, or work clothes.

But at this moment, the clothes on these people were undergoing strange changes. As they knelt on the ground and kept crying on their faces, their clothes unknowingly turned into strange mourning clothes.

These people were wearing mourning clothes, and they kept kowtowing and kneeling towards a certain direction deep in the city of Dadong, sobbing as if they were attending a funeral for someone.

Their skin was pale and swollen, as if they had been soaked in water for several days. There was a strange sadness on their faces and cold, wet tears flowed from their eyes.

Those tears seemed to never stop flowing, constantly flowing out of these people's eyes and soaking their bodies, making their entire bodies wet because of those tears.

After soaking their bodies, the tears continued to fall to the ground, making these people look like someone whose family members had passed away. They were so sad that they kept shedding tears, and even the ground was wet.

Although he had not come into contact with them personally, Yang Shuang was certain that once he came into contact with those tears, he would be cursed by some incomprehensible curse, or even killed directly, even if he was a ghost rider.

"These people? They have turned into extremely terrifying ghost slaves, as if they are being replaced by something incomprehensible."

Yang Shuang was terrified and kept looking around, trying to find a place to hide.

However, at this moment, one of the people who was wearing mourning clothes, with swollen skin and kneeling and kowtowing suddenly looked at Yang Shuang when he raised his head.

The two sides just looked at each other, and Yang Shuang clearly saw that there seemed to be someone's shadow in the eyes of the person who was replaced by something?

"Is that me?"

After looking at each other, he seemed to feel that some incomprehensible changes had occurred in himself.

A memory that did not belong to him appeared. It was a strange mourning hall. In the mourning hall, there was only a pale figure with his back to Yang Shuang, who kept crying.

The horrible cry echoed deep in his memory, coming from far away and getting closer, as if a memory from some unknown time in the past suddenly surfaced in his mind at this moment.

As the crying continued, a blurry pale figure emerged in his mind.

That seemed to be the figure in the eyes before, but for some reason, he was facing away.

This figure seemed to have entered his mind through the ghost slave's sight and began to erode his body.

"Yang Shuang! Yang Shuang!"

When the middle-aged man saw this scene, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he hurriedly shook Yang Shuang's body.

As the middle-aged man shook, Yang Shuang seemed to regain some consciousness. He raised his head, but a strange figure was inexplicably reflected in his eyes.

Sadness, trance, struggle, pain, many kinds of expressions kept changing on Yang Shuang's face.

"Don't look.at.the.eyes! Don't listen.to.the.crying!"

"I seem to have been invaded. The ghosts in my body can no longer be used. I am being controlled by something that I cannot... wu! wu! wu!"

Just as Yang Shuang opened his mouth to say something, a strange scene appeared.

Yang Shuang's expression became strange, his clothes suddenly turned pale, his skin became swollen, and the color on his body faded.

The clothes on his body were changing into mourning clothes in a strange way. He knelt on the ground with sobs in his eyes and kowtowed to a certain place.

"It's been completely invaded!"

The middle-aged man was startled and took several steps back in fear.

Yang Shuang was invaded and kept kowtowing and kneeling, but at this time, his head strangely made a 180-degree turn and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Depend on!"

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man quickly closed his eyes.

Although Yang Shuang's words were intermittent just now, he still remembered the words "Don't look at the eyes and don't listen to the crying."

The middle-aged man turned around with his eyes closed and at the same time deafened himself, thinking that this would prevent him from triggering the killing pattern.

However, what he did not notice was that even with his eyes closed, his skin was unconsciously turning black and white.

And in the man's mind, a whimpering sound inexplicably appeared.

This kind of crying did not seem to be caused by the supernatural, but rather by fear. With so many people crying outside, the man instinctively recalled some of the crying he had heard before.

However, the cry of someone that was originally vague and just a memory in his mind was becoming strange at this moment.

The crying sound went from vague to clear, as if someone was sobbing softly in his mind.

As the crying sound appeared, he seemed to be guided by the crying sound with his eyes closed, and the picture in his mind came to a mourning hall along with the crying sound.

The mourning hall was very blurry and everything around it could not be seen clearly. It was like a memory of a funeral that existed deep in the middle-aged man's memory, but he recalled it unconsciously.

Logically speaking, there should be a lot of people in the mourning hall. After all, people can attend the funeral. If there are too few people and the yang energy is insufficient, who would be willing to commit such bad luck?
However, when the middle-aged man looked around, he could only see an empty mourning hall.

Deep in the mourning hall, there was a person wearing white mourning clothes, with his back to him and his face unclear.

The other person kept sobbing, as if he was burying someone extremely important to him.

"Where is this?"

Instinctively, after seeing the man clearly, the middle-aged man thought so.

Suddenly, a black and white portrait came into view. It seemed to be a young man.

No, that's not right. It doesn't seem to be the young man. His memories just seemed to be interrupted and he thought of other people's photos.

Clearly, the portrait showed a face that he had almost forgotten and ignored. It was himself.
"Oh, that's my own face, which I haven't seen in I don't know how long!"

"Am I dead? Who is mourning for me?"

The middle-aged man had this question in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the person crying seemed to be himself.

"I remember it now. I remember everything now." The middle-aged man murmured in his heart.

This memory that I suddenly recalled did not appear out of the blue. It was a memory of a time in the past when I was mourning.

At that time, he was wearing mourning clothes because he felt extremely sad when he heard the news of his own death.

Because no one helped collect the body, he could only hold back his grief and hold his own funeral alone.

　Status restored, next chapter is being edited, will be posted later
　　
　
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